Senses Be Stricken

Senses Be Stricken


Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Series. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling for her outstanding creative mind. Without her imagination, the story in question would not be as juicy as it is…muwhahahaha. I am not making any money…don’t ask me why not.

Warning: Contains same sex relationship between an adult and child just of age (as ruled in wonderful Europe). Harry is 17-years old in this story. Thank the Lord. Smex wouldn’t be this good without good ol’ Harry.


Chapter Four: Wormtail, Pixie Wings, Cinder Root, and Raspberry Chocolate Tea

Harry turned the mixture of worm tail, pixie wings, and diced measurements of cinder root counter-clockwise within two second counts. He focused all eyes on the potion distracting himself from the man next to him who was overseeing the potion and then adding the ingredients on their perfect timing, perfect measurements.

Harry was surprised that during the potion, not once had Snape commented on anything he did wrong. Instead, the man would silently correct him by stopping him quickly and showing him the correct way to do it. In two hours, Harry was beginning to perfect his quickness of hand and measuring skills.

Harry could even start to say that he was beginning to enjoy making potions with Snape. There was something different about the way that Snape looked today. His face was a bit more relaxed and his features, dare he say it, looked almost gentle. Snape’s hair fell just over his eyes and it looked somewhat smooth. Harry wanted to touch it to feel if it was greasy, but kept his hands firmly on the tall spoon and continued to stir the potion.

The fumes were not what he called pleasant, but they weren’t bad either. He cleared his throat and Snape looked up from his measurements.

“Yes, Potter?” Snape rose an eyebrow.

“Oh, um, well what should I do now? I um finished all the appropriate stirring,” Harry said with an uncomfortable look.

“The potion needs to simmer for twenty-three minutes before the final ingredients can be added,” Snape said finishing the measurements. He pulled away from the table and conjured up a plate of tea for the two of them.

Harry sat down next to Snape on the couch and took a cup of tea. He smelled the aroma and realized that it was raspberry and chocolate. His favorite. The tea suddenly made him feel uneasy and his eyes glazed over as memories of being forced down onto the bed came rushing into his mind.

Snape watched Potter become silent, his tea held stead-fast in the middle of his chest. It looked as if he had been suddenly struck dumb. He cleared his throat, but Potter continued to blankly stare. Behind those glazed eyes appeared fear and Snape was suddenly made fully aware of what was happening. Potter must be going over what happened the previous day. He slowly slipped into Potter’s thoughts; the boy was really an open book.

Hands twisting wrists. Numb feelings and fear overpowered him as he entered the memory. Harry was struggling as he was pressed down. He tried to push against the chest that was causing him a shortage of breath, but to no avail. He tried to cry out, but he was slowly losing consciousness.

Then a voice. Snape pondered for a moment before he realized that it was his voice that Harry heard. Then he felt relief and something else.

He pulled out of the memory and noticed Potter biting at his lip before taking a sip. It seemed that he wasn’t quite off by what Sivious would try with the boy. He could feel anger boil within him at the thought that a moment too late and the boy might have not been saved by worse.

Harry looked up at Snape and was caught by surprise to see the man angry. “Um, did I do something wrong, sir?”

Snape seemed to snap out of his thoughts and quickly responded, “Surprisingly not, Potter. I realized only that…” Snape seemed to battle himself. If he tried to get Potter to open up, it might do the boy good. However, his façade would be broken and Potter might become aware of the possibility of deeper feelings. He wrote it off. Potter was a bit too oblivious to be so observant as to see that. “…you did not quite get a chance to talk about what Sivious had attempted the other day.”

“Oh,” Harry hummed as if caught in that thought. “Well nothing really, sir.”

Snape looked at him for a moment, “Very well.”

Harry took a small sip of the tea. He closed his eyes at the taste. He loved the way the raspberry curled around the chocolate taste leaving the best feeling going down his throat to his stomach.

“Thank you,” Snape said almost too softly. Harry’s head jerked up. His eyes were slightly wide.

“For, um, what?” Harry almost choked out.

“Your assistance today,” Snape said straightening his back a bit.

“Oh, well um, I guess it’s the least I can do. I am staying in your rooms,” Harry stated. Their eyes met again and it had been like before. Harry’s heart began to beat without a specified pattern. He felt hot and cold at the same time and very near faint. It was mostly the way that Snape’s eyes captured his and the kiss, so fresh in his mind, reenacting in his head.

Harry figured that this time, it wouldn’t be Snape that made the first move, as adolescent as that sounded. He leaned forward, his heart beating in his ears. This was the brave that Gryffindor’s were all about, right? Well maybe not seducing your Potion’s professor, but it was certainly an act of bravery, never had been attempted before he was sure.

Snape remained still, but his eyes followed Harry as he moved forward, touching his hand to the space that separated them. Harry bit his lip keeping his eyes focused on the other’s and his actions clear. He was sure that from a third person’s view, it was absolutely comical the way that Snape sat, back straight and eyes locked compared to a leaning boy of seventeen, lower lip caught between his teeth and hand placed heavily on the expanse of couch between them.

In Harry’s view, however, it was absolutely terrifying. At any moment, Snape would sneer at him and ask him what had possessed him to believe that he could have any feeling what so ever for a brat like him.

However, he continued to lean, his eyes caught with Snape’s. A moment passed and Harry was about ready to pull away when Snape leaned forward and captured his lips, biting the lower one and pulling his body close into his. Harry moaned low in his throat feeling his body heat rise in temperature and all feelings focus on the man’s mouth. The way it moved again his and the heat of the tongue that was now probing his mouth.

Harry was pushed down onto the couch and his body was covered with Snape’s as the heated kiss continued. Harry’s head was tilted back with a short pull to his hair. Snape latched onto a small area just below his jaw and sucked hotly onto it. Harry caught the moan in his throat but could not hold it for long as his professor’s hands scorched flesh where they touched beneath his shirt.

Harry felt dumb knowing to do nothing but cling desperately to the man above him. His eyes shut tightly as a fingernail scrapped gently over one of his nipples. His back arched into the touch. Snape’s mouth curved up slightly before it once more latched onto the skin of his neck, nibbling gently to elicit another moan from the boy beneath him.

Fingernails scrapped down the skin of his abdomen, causing goose bumps to rise. His breathing quickened and he was sure the man could feel and even see his arousal.

He felt Snape’s breath near his ear, “So responsive, Mister Potter.”

Harry groaned once more. He felt his body respond to the man’s silky voice. Even without lust lacing the man’s voice, Harry found it to be completely erotic. His breath was coming in quick spurts as the man’s hand continued down his stomach to the rimming of his pants.

If this was a dream, he was definitely going to be wet waking up. He arched his back again when Snape thrust his hand inside his pants to grab hold of him. Snape’s lips covered his once more in a forceful kiss. Harry was stroked almost painfully. He wasn’t going to last, and he was well aware that Snape could tell that.

“S-Snape,” Harry moaned out as the stroking continued. “Oh, Merlin.”

“Incoherent to the last breath, Potter” Snape breathed out.

It was then that Harry braved a risky move. His hand snaked down to Snape’s pants and he felt a definite hint of arousal. He grasped through the man’s pants and found himself gasping. Oh Merlin, the man was huge.

Snape groaned and possessively took hold of Harry. He unzipped Harry’s pants and his directly afterwards. When their pricks touched, Harry felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. It felt bloody good. They pressed against each other hard. Snape’s hips rolled against Harry’s, and they both groaned.

Harry couldn’t hold back and came with an arch of his back. “Severus!”

Snape was not long after, rubbing himself almost brutally again Potter and biting hard onto his neck as he came. Snape held himself up with his elbows. He was ready to collapse, but thought better of it. Potter lie limp beneath him.

He cleaned both he and Potter and stood up, righting himself. This was definitely going to be unavoidable. It was not lost on him that Potter called out his first name. The boy was breathing heavily and lying almost on the edge of sleep. Snape left the room to finish the potion.

Snape was not known to be uncontrollable, but he definitely lost control of his emotions. It seemed that he always did when he was around Potter. If the boy hadn’t leaned in and bitten his lip --that was Snape’s undoing-- he would have finished the potion in silence and this situation would have not happened. Silently though, he did not regret that it had. The relationship, however, was getting dangerous.


~~**~~

Harry awoke on the couch. He quickly looked around and found that he was alone. He wasn’t sure if what had happened was a dream, but it certainly felt real. He pressed a hand on his pants, checking for possible wetness, but found nothing. He sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was suddenly aware that he had told Snape that he wouldn’t sleep on the couch. He got up quickly and walked from the room. He wasn’t allowed to leave until tomorrow, so he quickly began work on the rest of his homework.


Harry looked up when he heard footsteps. Snape walked into the room and for a moment, he stood there silent, staring at Harry. He breathed and walked over to sit next to Harry on the couch. They sat silent for a moment.

“Sir,” Harry said feeling it was up to him to start.

“I apologize, Potter. I lost control of which I know is not acceptable,” Snape interrupted.

“Don’t tell me you’re just going to apologize and then we just forget it,” Harry said almost feeling angry.

“It is dangerous, Potter.” Snape said quickly.

“Everything in my life is dangerous,” Harry bit back. “I’ve always had to do what is safe, but without risk, there is no life.”

Snape couldn’t disagree on that point. “This, Potter, is more dangerous then anything. It was simple lust and nothing more.”

“How can you just explain it like that so easily?!” Harry stood his face showing the anger he was now feeling deep inside him. “I’ve never felt this towards anyone. How could you just write off these feelings as lust?”

“This is not a discussion, Potter. This will not continue,” Snape said standing on his feet. It was for the best. Either one of them could be dead any day. They would most likely never survive the war.

“It would be just like you. Get what you want, then send me on my way.” Harry felt his anger boil over, his face reddening. He couldn’t believe that the man was so selfish as to state that it could not continue.

“Potter, I am warning you,” Snape said with stern eyes.

“Warn away. There is nothing else you could do to me that could hurt as much as this,” Harry said his angry brimming tears of pain in his eyes. His feelings for Snape were stronger then mind; they were even stronger then anything he had ever felt. He didn’t know how he could feel such a way for a person such as Snape. Never once had Snape showed any feeling of warmth towards Harry. Despite it all, feelings of hate turned into what seemed like feelings of love.

Snape was caught without words. The emotions in Potter’s eyes said it all. The boy was…in love with him? No. No one loved Snape. The only people that ever cared about him was Dumbledore. The man was insufferable though. He never thought anyone could ever love him, especially since he was an ex-death eater. No. Potter was simply lust-ridden. His adolescence caused him to only think it was love.

Harry stood there, tears burning down his cheeks, and his body quivering. “You’re not the only one that thinks he’ll never see love…never get to be embraced. I’ll probably die in the war and all because I am the stupid Boy-Who-Lived. I’ll never get to live my own life. I’ll always be living the life that was mapped out for me before I could talk.”

Snape was without words for the first time in his life. He watched as Potter wiped away his tears and then walked to his room, shutting and locking the door. Honestly, if Snape wanted to, he could unlock it easily, but it would not do well for the fragile state Potter was in. He still believed he had been right in telling Potter that the relationship could go no further, but the boy had made a very valid point. He hated that he was agreeing with Potter.

~~**~~

Harry finally came out of his room after having calmed down and rationalized. He noticed a note left of the table near the couch. He picked it up and immediately recognized Snape’s writing.

Meet me tonight in the tower at midnight.
---SS

Oh Merlin.

End of Chapter--TBC